Let's start with what we know. We know that we're uneasy. We assume we're meant to be, well… Amused? Offended? Concerned for the sanity of the perpetrators?
It's unclear to us, however, what this, you know, is.
As far as we can make out, this is supposed to signal that the cooked pigs are delicious enough to induce a pimp pig to physically assault the prostitute pigs in his employ.
Which, you have to admit, must be delicious indeed.
Or, no. Wait.
Perhaps the dead and cooked meat is the remains of a prostitute pig, and this is a sly celebration of the homicide of "working
Or, no. Wait.
We are encouraged to identify with a pimp pig and the violent narcissism of the streets because…
Nope. We're lost on this one.
Addendum: Remember these animal pimps? Sorry we reminded you?
1 comment:
I am disturbed about the connotations...whatever they might be. I am disturbed about the pimp-pig's possession of fingers. I am disturbed about the pimp-pig's lack of any lower body at all.
This is simply disturbing--deeply, deeply disturbing.
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